Broken

For this event, I was assigned to do an illustration starting from the word "BROKEN". As I was thinking about situations that matched the theme, I remembered a story my father told me. It was a a story about this black-cat-toy he used to play with, when little. And by play, I mean using parts of the toy as ammo when chasing around the house with his brother. So, I went to my grandmother to see it. Now, the toy is 50 years old, has two flimsy legs, a cracked ear and the tail is nowhere to be found. Still cute, though.